Medicine Dance

Without having to ask, Iolaire would digbin her pouch and produce two types of stones. He peered at them closely, noting the differences in the stone and flint. He observed as she struck them together, a spark appeared and then she was gently blowing on it. A small flame would breathe to life on the dried plant and he grinned, glancing from her to the flame and back again. "Cool..." He muttered, in awe. 

Her warning was taken in with a nod, a defiant flash glinting in his eyes. He didn't understand that she spoke of slavery, he only thought that she meant they were smothering. It seemed their lesson was at an end as she gathered her things and stood. He followed suit, "thank you for the lessons." He called as she turned to go back to Ashen. Without hesitation he turned and followed his own tracks the way he had came. Away from Ashen.